Good grief, I'm going to europe!  This should be something I'm packed for weeks in advance.  
However, I do enjoy going to the store to get things.  
I have never experienced something people refer to as "short timers" until this moment.  Every day to get up and go to work is simply next to impossible.  I don't want to be there, I'm anxious to get out.  I can only think of the joy of not having to work for six weeks.  I don't enjoy driving and relish the day when I can walk or ride a bus/taxi/tube/train/ferry to get wherever I must go.  I more than willingly will give up the responsibility of moving a vehicle around.  
You know what I look forward to the most?  No alarm clock.
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